A Visit To The Cemetery

 

It would have been my dear husband’s 70^th birthday today, so I went over to the cemetery to say hi to him.  (I did a lot of talking, but he was pretty quiet!).

There was a carpet of acorns beneath the oak trees

My parents are also in this cemetery and I spent some time wandering around reading headstones and recognising many of their friends.

One thing that struck me though, was that most of them had lived well into their 80s with quite a few making it into their 90s.

I knew a lot of these people.  Many of them were heavy drinkers (mostly beer), a lot of them were smokers.  They ate lots of red meat and had pudding after their dinner.  I don’t recall any of them worrying about how much water they had drunk that day or what exercise they had done. 

They lived their lives to the full and laughed a lot.  When things went wrong, they simply picked up their shovel and carried on.

I wonder if there is a lesson for us in there somewhere?

Margaret 😊

 

The Cycle Of Life

 

Covid has been responsible for many things.  Today I had personal experience of one of them, when I attended a Memorial Service for a much loved family member who passed away twelve months ago today.

At that time, the country was in various states of lock-down, there were restrictions on gatherings, and vaccination mandates were the order of the day.  With a widely scattered family, the decision was made to dispense with a funeral and have a memorial service instead, at a time when all would be able to attend.

Funeral or Memorial Service, it was always going to be a sad occasion.  When someone close to us dies, they take a little something of us with them – and leave a little something of themselves behind with us. 

It is never easy, but death is part of life and the cycle continues on.  I came home this afternoon and received a photo of New Life – a niece has just had a scan for the baby she is expecting in February.  I am thrilled for her and her partner, as I know they will make great parents.

Life is like a beautiful rose – first the bud, then the bloom, and finally, the petals start to fall ….

Margaret.